I mean it! If your son or daughter is still three, consider yourself uninvited from all future events. Boy, I’m not going to miss this particular life stage. (Remind me to tell you why Patrick is banned from the computer room without adult supervision sometime.)

There’s no need to watch this video unless you’re related to Alex. Amazingly, the school year is almost over. Today, they invited the parents over to thank us for participating throughout the year, and to watch the class read Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type. Here’s the video.

Weekend mornings, we never set an alarm… the kids always wake us up earlier than we need and earlier than we want. On a good weekend morning, they’ll play calmly in their room for twenty minutes before getting so rambunctious that one of us needs to go get them.

Last Saturday morning, as Molly and I were both trying to avoid waking up, we overheard the two of them talking. It sounded like Alex was ministering to Patrick.

“But who do you think made them, Patrick?” he was saying. “God made them.” This went on for a bit. I wish I wasn’t so groggy so I could better remember Alex’s different examples of all that God can do. “God is everywhere,” I vaguely remember hearing him say.

But it’s Patrick’s voice I remember most clearly, as he finally spoke up. “I think God is pretend,” he declared.

At that point, I decided to get out of bed and prevent a Tenth Crusade from starting in Seattle. But I am curious how they’ll eventually settle this theological debate.